Hellsing Alucard X Seras Novels & Stories

Blood poured freely, staining her sleeve crimson. Alaric’s senses ignited. The scent—raw, warm, intoxicating—filled his lungs. He fell to his knees, shaking his head violently. ALARIC (guttural): “No… I won’t… I can’t—” But she placed her wrist gently against his lips. SERAPHINE (whispers): “Live, Alaric. For me.” The blood hit his tongue—and instinct took over. He latched on. Alaric’s hands gripped her arm as he drank. His body convulsed, as if life were being poured into him. The pain eased, the burning calmed, replaced by ecstasy and strength.

"You've caused enough pain and suffering. It's time to put an end to this." Alec sneered, his expression filled with malice. "You think you can defeat me?" he taunted. "You're nothing but a weak little girl." Without hesitation, Erica lunged at him, and the two alphas clashed in a fierce battle. Each blow was met with equal force, the ground shaking beneath them. Their pack members watched in awe and fear, knowing that the outcome of this duel would determine the fate of their kingdoms. Meanwhile, Alaric and his vampire allies continued to disrupt and disorient Alec's forces. Their agility and speed were unmatched, allowing them to strike swiftly and retreat before the enemy could react.

Soon, they would expel me from the territory. As I stood watching the twins sleep, the door suddenly creaked open. I turned quickly and my eyes widened slightly at the unfamiliar presence that entered. Beside him stood Alpha Zarkus, his face expressionless, his eyes fixed coldly on me. But my focus turned to the strange man at his side. He wore a long, black hooded cloak, and in his hand was a wooden staff topped with a round, black crystal. His presence exuded ominously. “Angelicca,” Alpha Zarkus spoke. “I know that even if I banish you, you’ll find a way to return... to take back my sons. So I’ve prepared this, to make sure that never happens. This is my final punishment for you.”

“You don’t understand what you’ve unleashed, girl. Marcus isn’t just a rival. He’s a goddamn plague. You may win this battle, but the war?” “I am the war,” Sera snarled—and pulled the trigger. The bullet tore through Bianca’s shoulder, spinning her backward. She screamed, crumpling to the stairs, blood blooming against the satin like roses in bloom. Valerio appeared at the top of the stairwell seconds later, his expression thunderous. “You shouldn’t have come alone,” he growled at Sera. “I wasn’t alone,” she said. “I had rage.” He strode down the stairs, crouched beside Bianca, who was groaning in pain. He grabbed her face, forcing her to meet his eyes.

And this made it impossible to control himself. Sera has attacked Karim. Her eyes turned yellow, her claws appeared again and she finally turned into a brown wolf, jumping on top of him in a growl. Karim didn’t react, he wouldn’t hurt her. Even if he was killed in the process. "Are you crazy?" Twilight asked. "Review." "Never." Karim smiled. Sera attacked him and tore his shirt. She bit and scratched his chest and ribs. Blood was flowing from her mouth as her alpha bled. Her wolf looked at him with hatred and resentment and Karim just smiled.

Serena begged, shaking his unconcious body. "Get the girl and take the sample from the lycan," Talia said to the scientist and soldier standing beside her. "Don't you dare touch him," Serena said as blue flames surrounded her and her eyes turned blue. "You foolish witch, you crossed the wrong woman," Serena said, but she sounded different. "All of you will pay, you will die painful deaths, and I will watch you burn," Serena said as blue flames engulfed each soldier, burning them to a crisp. Bodies fell to the ground around Talia as she watched Serena in fear. as screams filled the air

(Sera’s POV) My heart is still racing when I walk away from him. It’s not supposed to be like this. I’m not supposed to feel anything, especially not for someone like him. But here I am, my pulse erratic, my breath shallow, and my mind spinning in every direction. Lucian Hale, the Alpha of Silvermist Pack. The man who exudes power like a weapon, the one who’s not afraid to use it, and yet somehow... somehow, I can’t shake the thought of him.

It was the laugh of a woman who'd been fired from a diner, evicted from her dignity, and now apparently possessed by the ghosts of a vampire's murder victims. "This is insane. I need to go home." I stood up. My legs wobbled but held. I spotted my sneakers by the door and walked toward them. "Sera." His voice stopped me. Not because it was commanding. Because it was tired. I turned. Kael hadn't moved from the fireplace. The firelight painted shadows under his sharp cheekbones. For the first time since I'd met him, he looked less like a monster and more like a man. A very old, very exhausted man.

Even the air smelt sweet with the scent of nature waking up again. Daniel waited on the porch of the packhouse as patiently as he could for Eva and Simone to bring their new guest over. Seeing the fragile looking creature sat in the wheelchair the healer was pushing, the Alpha narrowed his eyes, trying to recognise the doll-like features and pale complexion. It occurred to him that the victims had been left virtually unrecognisable after their attack. They had been nothing but a canvas of bruises and gashes. Daniel wouldn’t have known this girl was one of the victims unless someone told him. “Bethan, this is Daniel Wolfe. He is the Alpha of the Hellhound and Silver Moon packs.” Eva introduce

He blocked a hybrid’s jaws with his forearm and drove his blade through its skull. She kicked another into a wall and slit its throat before it could retaliate. Their movements were terrifyingly in sync. Another wolf lunged for her blind side. Alaric reached it first. He crushed its windpipe with one hand and snapped its neck with the other. Seraphine turned just in time to see the body fall. Their eyes met again. A heartbeat passed. She whispered, “Why?” “Your life is mine to take.”